“Hill-” Persephone’s next attempt to urge caution was interrupted by a shudder when his thumb nudged the part of her that would soon be weeping for him.
Instinctively, she nudged back, wanting more than the attention he gave her folds. A sudden rush of night air against her skin, hinted that her dress was open. She wore nothing beneath it but the panties that had been torn and discarded to the ground.
The sight of her had an almost drugging effect over him. It was a welcomed salve to the slight frustration that had quickly mounted over her sweet conversation with Monty Besson and the sudden knowledge that she’d been walking around all day in nothing but the scrap of panties beneath her dress. Had he known, he’d have had her on the hood of a car before noon.
He’d almost forgotten how perfect her breasts were-firm, generous globes of cinnamon brown perfection. Watching their hypnotic rise and fall as she breathed, was his undoing.
Hill drew her up from the hood, planted a wide palm between her shoulder blades to keep her steady as he feasted. His kissing expertise seemed to multiply when it came to exploring other parts of the body.
Persephone could feel her senses being ravaged anew by the effects of his touch. His tongue, perfect teeth and supremely crafted lips waged a triple assault on her nipples as he licked and sucked her into madness. Greedily, he divided his attention between both breasts, until the peaks stood glistening and erect.
As he’d already shunned her attempts at removing his shirt, Persephone hoped he’d offer no resistance to her removing the leather strap that confined his hair.
Of course, it took some time to remove the tie that drew the locks away from his devastating face. Not surprising, given the way her hands trembled in reaction to him devouring her bosom.
She managed eventually and watched in awe and approval when those locks spilled from their restraints to frame his face. He had the look then of a being both dangerously animalistic and wickedly beautiful. The midnight waves grazed her skin like a mink pelt, causing her to shiver and overheat at once. With one hand tunneling through those silken waves, Persephone used her free hand to make a bold grab for his wrist.
She tugged, wanting his thumb doing more than caressing. She released a purely delighted laugh when he obliged. Wantonly, her inner muscles convulsed around the invading digit. She was of a mind to enjoy as much of him as he’d allow, before reality returned and the world intervened.
Hill didn’t give Persephone the chance to enjoy all, unfortunately. He was withdrawing, even as she relinquished her grip on his hair to lock both hands around his retreating wrist.
“Hill please-” her murmur stopped on a gasp wrapped in a sob. Yet, she could have slapped him when his mouth tilted into the cunning slash that was supposed to pass for a grin.
His intention wasn’t to tease, but to promise. “Count on it,” he said and let her ease back down to the hood of the crossover. Again, he claimed her breast, ravenously suckling one nipple while his thumb tended the other.
Persephone swayed on waves of pure bliss once more. She paid no mind to the persistent nudging of his fist next to her inner thigh as he freed himself from the confines of the charcoal gray cargo pants he sported.
Hill was back to claiming Persephone’s mouth with his persuasive tongue when the wide head of his erection claimed what it desired. Persephone’s responding cry was a mix of distinct pleasure and more distinct pain.
Hill was deaf to everything but the blood rushing his ears as sensation drove him, commanded him. Her grip on his dick was an almost painful one that forced both curses and pleasure-induced grunts from the back of his throat. The vehicle he took her on dipped and swayed to the rhythm stirred by his lean hips pumping vibrantly against her.
He heard her then. Forced himself to back off and listen. He heard pleasure in her moans but it was the pain that had him withdrawing. Caging her beneath him, he dropped an apologetic kiss to her cheek. She’d always been tight. Knee-shakingly tight. It was that fact which often kept him awake night after night while he tortured himself with thoughts of who was taking what he’d all but fire-branded with his name.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured next to her cheek and managed to cool his thoughts in order to focus on the pain in her cry that had tempered the desire slicing through him.
“Please,” the sobbing undercurrent still held her words. “Please don’t stop, Hill. Please?”
He kissed her mouth and then gave the same attention to her jaw, collarbone and the valley between her breasts.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged again without shame and entwined her fingers through his hair in an attempt to draw him back.
“Shh...don’t worry…”
She smiled, appreciating the gooseflesh that followed his breath fanning her skin. “Hill-”
“Shh...trust me. I’ll make it better.”
Persephone was on the verge of begging him a third time- and hoping that would be the charm- when her body jerked reflexively and she cried out, understanding what he meant by ‘making it better’.
His nose circled her clit seconds before his tongue took over the task. Her sudden jerk had him laying claim to her thighs, securing the limbs in his wide palms and keeping her still to accept his tongue.
Persephone had but a moment to regret her throaty cry; and wonder who else may’ve overheard it, when the distinctive roll and clap of thunder resounded. The rain Hill had predicted, soon followed.
There was only a light sprinkling at first, then plump droplets were falling in saturating waves. The sensation upon her body was coupled with Hill’s tongue inside her stroking, rotating, sucking… it soothed the pain that had bloomed in response to being so ruthlessly yet deliciously stretched moments earlier.
Persephone was sure her heart was in danger of beating out of her chest when she felt his broad length filling her once more. Her eyelids felt weighted by rain and sensation pounding through her but she was in no hurry to close her eyes.
The water had them soaked. Hill’s hair was drenched and resembled a hoard of thick, wavy black ribbons framing his face like an elusive shadow.
Persephone appreciated his earlier denial when she’d tried to remove his shirt. The garment was then plastered to his chest and displaying; thanks to the intermittent shocks of lightning, every sculpted range of muscle. As he stretched her; brought her closer to blinding orgasm, Persephone treated herself to outlining her nails about his nipples and hungered to taste them on her tongue. Orgasm however, was determined to have its way. The effects rocked her moments later.
Hill didn’t want to crush her between him and the car. He wanted her next to him and only him as he came inside her. Next time. He promised himself there would be a next time. Tonight, they had a storm to contend with. Then of course, there was yet another storm of a more metaphorical nature to endure.
His mind blanked again. Her power over him was an incomprehensible thing. “God, Sef,” he felt himself stiffen more intensely seconds before the liquid proof of his need melded with hers. He’d braced his hands on either side of her head on the car to resist smothering her. His inky black lashes appeared as long spikes with the rain clinging to them. Clenched fists beat the car hood as orgasm whipped and tossed him into an unforgiving vortex.
Despite the cool rain on her skin, Persephone was sensitized to his semen coating her intimate walls with a heated spray that renewed her quivering and intensified her satisfaction.
The storm continued to rage, as the satiated
lovers enjoyed the aftershocks of what had taken place between
them.
CHAPTER THREE
She didn’t ask him to stay with her when he carried her back to her room. The house was blessedly quiet when they returned. The storm had no doubt encouraged everyone to turn in a bit early. A good thing, as he’d arrived back in the kitchen with her in his arms- a thing neither of them were in any mood to explain.
Besides, he’d had no plans to set her down until he was putting her to bed.
She hadn’t asked him to stay with her though and he hadn’t asked to. While a night’s sleep with her curled against him, had an immovable spot on his list of ‘best ways to spend an evening’, he’d still have to kiss her goodbye the next morning. That wasn’t something he’d be able to do twice in a lifetime, not when there was still so much unfinished business… He hadn’t even made an effort to see her that morning before he left.
The van hit a dip in the road and brought Hill’s thoughts back to the present and back to some of that unfinished business.
